I started going back to college 2 weeks ago to get certified in Medical Insurance Billing/Coding. I have to take keyboarding class, which is horrifying not only because I've taken a billion hours of keyboarding classes in my life already, but because I've been typing for as far back as I can possibly remember. I wasn't one of those people that only picked up a computer during the mid-90's AOL days rush, I honestly can not think of a time in my life where I didn't have a computer. My first one was the Texas Instruments 99/4A, which we had a few of the game cartridges for. I also used to sit and enter in the codes from the book and create a number-guessing game.

I don't type properly, and it's not that I hunt and peck, it's just that instead of typing based on moving fingers from the home row, I know the distance between all the keys. I think it just feels more comfortable because I have big hands and long nails. I know where all the keys are, just not in the "standard" sense.

Today after keyboarding I went to make use of the college fitness center. A normal person would probably be intimidated by being the only chick with a ginourmous badonkadonk in a room full of fit coeds, but I'm not a normal person, I'm a crazy bitch that doesn't give a rat's ass. So there I am, dressed head to toe in black with a shirt featuring a picture of the Starship Enterprise reading, "I do it at Warp Speed." All around me people are talking about working out, and all I'm thinking is, "Man I hope my bootleg iPod gets here soon."